The Scheming Billionaire's Heartfelt Devotion-Chapter 747 - 762: For a moment, Song Yan especially wanted to touch her lips.

"I understand, Aunt."

Song Yan placed Song Mengmeng in the children’s dining chair and leaned over to give her a lot of vegetables and fish: "Hurry up and eat."

"Give Lianlian some food too, you don’t take care of others at all," Shen Qiong said to Song Yan with a smile.

Song Yan raised his hand to pinch his brow and leaned over to pick some of the dishes Zhuang Lian usually liked to eat, placing them on her plate: "Eat more."

Zhuang Lian smiled and nodded; Song Yan surprisingly remembered what she liked to eat.

Everyone chatted casually while eating, and the atmosphere was particularly warm.

After dinner, Shen Qiong pulled Zhuang Lian aside in the living room to chat for a while before letting Song Yan drive Zhuang Lian home.

Zhuang Lian quickly refused: "Aunt Shen, I can drive myself back, Brother Song Yan has been on a long flight, then went to the company too, let him rest."

"It’s not safe for you to go back alone so late; let me drive you. We can have the driver get your car tomorrow."

Song Yan stood up from the sofa, casually grabbed his coat, and walked out.

"Really, there’s no need, I can go by myself." Zhuang Lian could see that Song Yan was already very tired, and it would take another forty minutes round trip to take her home.

Of course, Shen Qiong wouldn’t miss the chance to let them have time alone: "It’s late at night, I wouldn’t be comfortable letting a young girl like you go back alone."

"Let’s go, I’ll take you."

Song Yan leaned over, picked up the car keys from the coffee table, and strode outside. Zhuang Lian didn’t refuse anymore and said goodbye to Shen Qiong before leaving.

In the car, Zhuang Lian leaned against the passenger seat, possibly due to not sleeping well last night, she yawned sleepily.

"If you’re sleepy, you should take a nap, I’ll call you when we arrive home." Song Yan placed his hands on the steering wheel, turned his head, and glanced at Zhuang Lian.

Zhuang Lian nodded: "Okay."

When the car stopped in front of the villa, Zhuang Lian was already asleep. Song Yan turned to look at the girl in the passenger seat, the strands of hair on her forehead partially covering her pretty eyebrows, her rosy lips slightly moving.

For a moment, Song Yan particularly wanted to touch her lips.

The cabin was so quiet that you could hear Zhuang Lian’s even and gentle breathing. Suddenly, the phone in the car’s storage compartment rang, snapping Song Yan back to reality.

Zhuang Lian was also woken by the phone sound. She opened her eyes, her thick lashes fluttering: "Are we home?"

"Yes, go inside and get some rest."

Zhuang Lian leaned over to unfasten her seatbelt, pushed open the car door, and got out, waving to Song Yan: "Drive safely."

"I know, hurry inside."

Song Yan watched Zhuang Lian enter the villa before driving away. He picked up the phone from the recent call—a string of unfamiliar numbers—and before he had time to call back, the number called again.

"Hello, who is this?"

On the other end, Yin Shuangfei, dressed in a very sexy black chiffon nightgown, leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, her left hand gently swirling a wine glass, leaving a faint red trace on the crystal-clear glass walls.

"It’s me, couldn’t sleep, so I called you."

Song Yan recognized the voice on the phone, his expression darkened: "Who gave you my number?"

"We work at the same company, it’s not hard to find out your number."

At a red light intersection, Song Yan stopped the car, raised his hand to loosen his tie: "In the future, if it’s not work-related, don’t call me. We have nothing personal to discuss."